Текст песни Аспирантура - Странный человек

I - a very strange man
Flying forward the twentieth century,
And I live past day,
All the time I think about it
In the world around I look almost
I catch a few words
And look up in the morning ready
On the train schedule

We will find you our city
And the magic fast train
Thunder on joints to
All return back to us:
The alleys, shops,
In the light - pink windows,
The Sound of Music, night lights advertising

I - a very strange man
I like to watch as the snow melts
I like to watch as the smoke curls
A huge cloud of gray,
I have people say words
Rustling autumn foliage
And I'm ready to watch all day
On the train schedule

train schedule
I read out of habit,
But, alas, familiar lines
Not a trace remains
We will find you our city
And the magic fast train
We umchit there without any difficulty ...